My regular readers know that I usually confine my postings to the
business of software and the occasional remark about the packaged cookie
industry. Many weblogs are personal diaries of daily life. This one
usually is not. But today I make an exception so that I
can tell "the world" about a personal accomplishment.
This weekend I walked a half-marathon (13.1 miles). My
time was 3 hours, 26 minutes, 15 seconds, for an average pace of 15:45 per
I enjoyed the race a lot more than I thought I would. There were
over 30,000 participants. We started in downtown Indianapolis and went out
to the speedway, walked one lap around the track, and then back downtown.
I've never been a fan of auto racing, but this year I plan to watch the Indy 500
simply because I walked the same track where they'll be driving.
The results are online, but
unfortunately you won't see my name there. Approximately three hours after
I started, the race was "red-flagged" due to the heat. If the weather gets
too hot, they turn off the official clock in the hope that the remaining
participants will not push themselves too hard. (Their concern was
apparently quite valid -- I found out this morning that one man collapsed and died during
the race. My condolences to his family.) Everyone who comes in after
the red flag still gets a finisher's medal, but we didn't get an official
time. Search on my last name and you will see that my wife (Lisa) and my
Dad (Gary) both finished before the red flag. In addition, my Mom
(Karolyn) finished the 5K.
I considered burying this announcement in an essay about the importance of
finishing to the end of a long software development project.
However, that particular veil would have been very thin indeed, so
I'll just let this post be what it is.